|05/30/2014||Posted by Jane under bits and pieces|
My bare feet found the spring grass, as the morning birds sang.
The sunny spots, prickly under my tender feet. The grass was dry, and I’d spent too much time indoors.
I noticed the warm … the cool, the damp.
In the shady spots the grass was soft. I liked walking there best.
And then my feet found the shady clover. No matter the number of leaves, their soft round surface offered comfort.
Relief from the prickly … from haste and indecision. Cool sponginess that radiated from the soles of my feet to the depths of my soul.
I found my feet seeking clover, again and again, leaving trails in the morning dew.
With gratitude for early sunshine, and Carolina wrens, and clover.
Take special good care ~